The moment he finished speaking, Ah Zhu immediately knelt down, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Subordinates, welcome my lord to the throne."
Civil and military officials watched each other and did not speak out immediately.
Just at this moment, a group of soldiers in black armor came over with an imposing manner.
The leader had a murderous aura about him, which was the murderous aura left over from years of fighting on the battlefield. There was a scar on his face that went from his brow bone through the side of his face, making him look somewhat ferocious.
Those black-armored soldiers lined up in a row, standing majestically under the eaves outside the hall. From a distance, they looked imposing.
The leading general walked in with great strides, walked step by step to the bottom of the hall, and knelt on one knee.
He spoke in a deep voice, "I am General Yuchi Zhanfeng, here to see the master."
The ministers looked at him and were shocked.
Yuchi Zhanfeng?
Is he the general who is invincible on the battlefield today?
In just one year, the barbarians who were wreaking havoc on the border were defeated and surrendered. They never dared to invade again for the next hundred years and paid tribute every year to show their respect.
In the following two years, he expanded the territory of Xuan State and captured about 30 cities. He was feared by the enemy and was nicknamed "Rakshasa" because of his fierce appearance.
This is also the reason why Xuan State is still stable despite the turmoil in the country, and it has a lot to do with Yuchi Zhanfeng.
It is because he is guarding the border that other countries dare not invade.
His identity is also very mysterious. No one can find out his past, and he does not belong to any force.
It turned out that he was the Ninth Prince's man.
The ministers were secretly shocked and looked up at Hua Yanyue carefully.
The prince of a country who was exiled to a foreign land, thousands of miles away, actually defeated all the enemies without bloodshed.
I'm afraid even the old emperor's death was part of his plan.
It’s so scary. The Ninth Prince now seems to be only sixteen years old.
It is indeed shocking and even terrifying that a sixteen-year-old has such scheming and skills.
As for the Third Prince, he was probably killed by his scheme. A fake Prince Zhennan had caused the Third Prince's army to be defeated. He didn't even dare to think about verifying his suspicions and committed suicide in front of the palace.
So...whether the third prince is the descendant of the late emperor seems to need to be verified.
But now he is dead, and among all the princes in the royal family, only the ninth prince is able to succeed to the throne.
They had a thousand thoughts in their mind, but they didn't show it.
They looked at Yuchi Zhanfeng. Such a person could rise from a small soldier to become a general today. It can be seen how powerful he is, but he is loyal to the Ninth Prince.
They looked at Hua Yanyue who was high up in the sky again. The Ninth Prince, who had been living among the people since childhood, was able to set up a shocking plan from afar, solve all the hidden dangers without bloodshed, and ascend the throne with a clear conscience.
They understood that the only winner now was the Ninth Prince in front of them.
It's really frightening that he is so thoughtful at such a young age, able to plan and win battles from thousands of miles away.
They looked at the man standing high above them, knelt respectfully on the ground, and their voices echoed throughout the hall.
"Your Highness respectfully invites the Ninth Prince to ascend the throne."
Hua Yanyue looked at the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground below and smiled with satisfaction.
His standing posture was noble and upright, and he had the air of a king who looked down upon the world, which made people submit to him, feel awe, and dare not look directly at him.
He looked outside the hall again, his eyes filled with longing and tenderness.
Your Highness, it’s almost there.
wait for me...
In a corner where no one noticed, a figure disappeared out of thin air. One could vaguely feel the noble and cold aura coming towards him, which made people unable to harbor any blasphemous thoughts.
...
"Not the host? How did you get the ability to travel through time? How did you go there and come back so quickly?"
Sanba was so frightened that his little tiger eyes dropped open, and he looked confused.
It was just watching an online drama in the system space when it suddenly felt a space fluctuation. It looked up quickly and found that the host had disappeared from the spot.
After a while, it came here, and after a while, it went over and came back again.
Isn't the host a modern human?
Will there be time travel skills?
Shen Yushu began to deceive seriously, "Did you forget? I bought an escape skill from you before. You said this skill is very useful, so I tried it and came here."
Sanba was puzzled, "Really? How come I didn't know?"
Shen Yushu said seriously, "Yes, you forgot. You don't care about me at all."
Sanba put down the chicken drumstick in her arms awkwardly. "Well... not really. Maybe my memory chip is old, so I forgot. Sorry, host. I will definitely remember it in the future. I'll go get it repaired later."
Shen Yushu nodded seriously, "Yes! Don't forget next time, it will affect the relationship between us Su Tong!"
Sanba nodded quickly, "No, no."
Shen Yushu looked at Sanba's appearance, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
Fool.
It’s still the easiest to cheat on March 8th.
Unlike Yue'er, who is difficult to coax.
She walked out of the hall and looked at the setting sun with tenderness in her eyes.
It seems that Yue'er will be here soon.
Then just wait.
But Shen Yushu didn't expect that this wait would last for three years.
Even Hua Yanyue didn't expect that being an emperor would be so troublesome.
I get up earlier than the chicken and sleep later than the dog every day.
There are still a lot of memorials that have to be processed, and those ministers are all good-for-nothings, none of them are useful, they form cliques and factions, and the court officials are scheming against each other, which is so annoying.
Hua Yanyue looked at the memorial in his hand, his face growing darker. He threw it away and said through gritted teeth, "What kind of things do you write every day? All day long, asking me if I've eaten? If I've slept? What I ate? What I drank? Nothing else!? Or this minister complaining about what bribes that minister took or what they did. Nothing serious at all!"
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